A Luna for Alpha Kieran-Chapter 292: Just stop

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Vera stayed there for a long heartbeat...kneeling...her head bowed so low her forehead almost touched the cold marble floor.

The mist swirled languidly around her, licking at the edges of her clothes like tendrils tasting the air. Then, with a shudder that looked half worship, half surrender, reverence mixed with fear...she lowered herself further... into full prostration.

Her palms pressed flat against the stone. Her voice, when it came, was soft, trembling.

"My...My Lady... I have waited so long for you to come back!"

The words floated through the vast dining hall, swallowed by the mist’s slow pulse. The fog seemed to shimmer in acknowledgment, rippling in a slow circle around her like breath drawn in by something alive.

Silence followed but it wasn’t empty.

It thrummed.

It spoke in vibrations that weren’t sound, in words that weren’t words.

Vera’s body tensed slightly, her fingers curling. Then she nodded...once, sharply, as though receiving instruction.

Another pause.

Then another nod, slower this time, her eyes closed in a kind of trembling devotion.

"Of course," she whispered faintly. "They are here... both of them. They carry the spark? The boy?Oh! I see! The girl too? But..."

She stopped mid sentence. The mist rippled again, silencing her, its tendrils brushing across her bowed head like a command.

From behind the table, Willa stood frozen.

Her small hands clutched the hem of her dress, eyes wide with confusion.

She glanced from the swirling darkness to her aunt’s bent form, her mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find any words that made sense.

Finally, she whispered, "Aunt Vera... who are you talking to?"

Her voice was tiny against the hush, swallowed almost immediately.

Vera didn’t respond. She didn’t even move or look at her.

It was as though the mist had taken her somewhere else...inside it, maybe.

Jasper, however, wasn’t just confused. He was uneasy.

His blue eyes narrowed, the faint flicker of light dancing in their depths.

He could feel something in that mist...something not right. It wasn’t air, it wasn’t spirit. It was a presence.And not a good one, he could tell that much.

He crouched slightly, resting one palm on the floor, and focused.

If they were communicating, he could sense it... maybe even see it.

He drew a slow breath, his small body glowing faintly with blue shimmer. The aura was fragile but pure...like glass light over water.

As his consciousness stretched outward, the world dulled around him. He felt the pulse a little...just like a heartbeat...inside the mist. Heard the faintest whisper of two voices intertwined, one belonging to Vera, the other... older. A female.

The second voice carried weight...something ancient that pressed against his mind like cold iron.

Then it noticed him.

The mist turned.

In a heartbeat, the black vapors coiled and struck...

A hiss ripped through the air, sharp as lightning.

Jasper’s body convulsed. A searing cold slammed into his chest, sending him flying backward. His shoulder hit the wall with a dull thud. He gasped, vision flickering white, breath stolen from his lungs.That singular fore itself was too strong.

"Jasper!" Willa screamed, darting to his side.

Before she could reach him, Vera moved.

Her head snapped up.

Her eyes...which Willa had seen to be kind and warm...were now ink dark, angry, no mercy in them, shadow bleeding into her skin.

"How dare you!" her voice lashed through the hall, layered, reverberating...as though two tones spoke in unison.

"How dare you pry into our conversation spoiled brat!"

The mist coiled protectively around her, threads of darkness twisting like serpents at her command. Her once gentle face was now a mask of fury.

Willa froze, clutching Jasper’s arm, trembling. "Aunt Vera... please stop! You are scaring us!"

But Vera didn’t hear her.

She rose to her feet in one slow, fluid motion...head tilted, eyes blazing with inhuman cold.

The mist behind her shuddered again, and this time, it spoke...not in words, but in the sharp hiss that filled every corner of the hall, every breath in their lungs.

Jasper struggled to his knees, his small body shaking, a faint flicker of blue aura still clinging to him. He stared up at Vera, realization dawning...the situation had already gone out of hand.

Something else was here.

And it had just noticed him... or may be both of them.

Vera’s hand shot out like a viper.

Before Jasper or Willa could even scream, invisible force coiled around them...hard, unyielding. Air rushed from their lungs as they were yanked off the ground, their tiny feet kicking helplessly in midair.

"Let go! Let us go!" Jasper yelled, thrashing against the unseen grip. His voice cracked, but his anger flared bright through the fear. "Stop, what are you doing?! Stop!"

"Aunt Vera! " Willa echoed, her cry breaking into hiccuped sobs.

But Vera didn’t stop. Her eyes were still drowned in black, her expression set in something both cold and fevered...like she wasn’t entirely herself anymore.

"Quiet," she hissed, and her tone wasn’t hers alone. A deeper, darker echo undercut her voice...like another presence was speaking through her. "You will not be harmed... not yet. But you will come."

The mist around her thickened, solidifying into ribbons of shadow that slithered down her arms and wrapped around the children’s torsos. The air smelled of iron and frost as the tendrils tightened.

Jasper struggled, his aura flickering weakly. "You can’t...You can’t just..."

A sharp gesture from Vera silenced him. Another lash of dark energy cracked against the floor beside his face, scorching the stone.

"Do not test me, little one," she said, the gentleness in her voice now long gone. "You would not survive a second attempt."

Willa whimpered, trembling as the shadows tugged her closer. "Aunt Vera, please," she sobbed, "it’s me! It’s Willa! Don’t hurt us..."

For a moment, something flickered behind Vera’s eyes but it vanished as quickly as it came.

"You will understand... soon," she murmured. "My Lady’s will cannot be denied."

The ropes...if they could be called that...shifted into view as she raised her hand. They looked like threads spun from black smoke and glimmering silver symbols, each rune pulsing faintly as if alive. With a snap of her wrist, one coiled around Jasper’s wrists and ankles, binding him. The ropes sizzled where they touched his glowing blue aura, neutralizing it with a hiss.

"No!" Jasper shouted, jerking against them. His power sparked, then dimmed, extinguished like a candle under a storm. "You can’t just...I said...stop this! Where are you taking us?!"

Vera didn’t answer. She turned, pulling Willa along with a motion of her hand. The girl stumbled forward, choking back tears.

The great hall’s air felt heavy now, muffled...as though the fortress itself refused to bear witness.

And though the children screamed for help, no one came.

Not a single guard stirred.

Not a servant turned.

It was as if the world had been sealed off from their cries.

Jasper’s voice cracked as he shouted again, "Somebody...help!HELP US! WE ARE BEING KIDNAPPED!!!HEY!!!" But the sound died before it could echo, swallowed by the same mist that coiled around Vera’s feet.

She moved swiftly through the side archway of the dining hall....one that few ever noticed. Her hand brushed against the cold stone, and with a low rumble, a hidden panel shifted open.

A dark corridor yawned behind it.

The air that poured out was old, stale...like it hadn’t been touched in decades. Torches flickered to life along the walls, one after another, their flames unnaturally blue.

"Where... where are you taking us?" Willa asked again, her voice breaking. "Please... I don’t like this place..."

"Quiet," Vera replied simply, her tone distant, mechanical. "Where even the stones remember silence."

The passage twisted downward in a spiral. The walls were carved from rough rock, lined with strange sigils that shimmered faintly as they passed. Water dripped from somewhere above, each drop echoing like a heartbeat.

The children stumbled as they were dragged forward...Jasper bound and breathing hard, Willa clutching at her small pendant as though it might protect her.

At one turn, they passed what looked like an old armory...long abandoned, filled with broken weapons and dusty armor that glowed faintly under the torchlight. Another corridor opened into a vast chamber of pillars and forgotten runes. The air grew colder.

Jasper’s breath came out in mist. "Willa," he whispered through gritted teeth, "listen to me. The ropes...they are enchanted. I can’t break them yet. But if I can just... just find the core rune..."

"Stop whispering," Vera said sharply, without looking back.

Her steps were steady, precise...like she knew every hidden turn by heart. The mist followed her like a loyal shadow.

They descended deeper, until the light from above was long gone. Only the blue torches guided their path now. The air here was thick with something ancient...something that felt alive.

Finally, the corridor opened into a cavernous hall beneath the fortress.

In the center stood a massive circular slab of stone covered in markings that pulsed faintly with the same black-silver glow as Vera’s bindings. Around it, stone figures loomed...guardians long turned to dust and shadow.

Willa clutched Jasper’s hand, shaking violently. "Jasper... I don’t like this... where are we?"

Jasper swallowed hard, eyes darting around. "I think... we are underground...Way under. This place... it’s not supposed to exist ...it’s creepy for real..."

Vera turned to them finally, her eyes gleaming in the dim blue light.

"It was never meant for the living," she said softly. "But tonight, my Lady calls...and you two will answer."

Jasper strained against the ropes again, fury sparking in his small frame. "You will never get away with this, Vera!"

She tilted her head, a strange smile ghosting over her lips... one would almost mistake it as sadness.

"We will see, child."